yatagarasu: (CHEERY ☄ what daddy issues)
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[Kay was excited. Donna was fun to be around, a cheery sort but also really smart. And she was an assistant, too! It couldn't hurt to learn some assistant tricks from a master...and have a shopping trip while they were at it. It was a nice day, perfect to scour shops and see where she could spend her allowance on. A thief's gotta have an appropriate wardrobe, right? Right?

So Kay skips down the pavement, eyes always on the shop windows that displayed really cool jackets, awesome scarves, and even a dress or two for when she had to accompany Mr. Edgeworth on particularly formal occasions because that's totally what a good assistant does. Then she stops in front of a store and presses her face against the glass to peer at a sleek black coat with deep pockets.]


Look, Miss Donna! That coat looks so cool - like what a secret agent would wear!

[Aren't you supposed to be a thief/assistant, Kay? Not a secret agent?]
prosecutory: (♘ oh who would ever want to be king)
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[One would think that quests were easier if you were an adult, more experienced in the ways of the world. Unfortunately not - adult demigods, who were equivalent to a tantalizing aroma of barbecue being grilled just next door, may as well have been waving a banner reading, "FREE FRESH HALF-BLOOD MEAT" wherever they went.

That had been proven several times over on this particular quest; Edgeworth was out of breath and gripping his sword arm when they stopped not far from the Lotus Hotel and Casino. He was sweaty, a bit scratched up from trying to fend off a few hellhounds, and desperate for a break, just the briefest respite from the hard double life of a demigod. The prosecutor pulled out a square of ambrosia from his pocket - he always carried at least one on his personage - before stuffing it back inside. His exhaustion and very minor injuries did not warrant a serving of ambrosia; it had to be conserved.

Edgeworth turned to look at Larry, his only companion on this quest, to see how the son of Hermes fared.] 
prosecutory: (♘ in a faraway field)
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Who: Miles Edgeworth ([personal profile] prosecutory) and Kay Faraday ([personal profile] farakay)
Where: High Prosecutor's Office, Room 1202
When: Some time after Ace Attorney Investigations
Style: Starting with prose but Kia gets to choose and besides, this entire block of text could be converted into a giant actionspam bracket tag.
Summary: Promises. Rated G for good gracious all these cavities.

I want to feel my feet on the ground. )
laurice: (✦ Did it hurt)
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[All is well on this side of town - whatever town it is, and whatever side it is. But not for long.

A witch is lurking close by, warping reality, altering the buildings and alleys in her lair, turning everything into her own playground, with floors made of what looked like crumpled paper, flying winged books, razor-sharp pens, large Frisbee-sized attorney's badges that whirled like deadly discuses, and giant gavels that swung and pounded anything in their paths. The witch herself, shrouded in tattered judicial robes and hiding behind a mane of tangled hair matted with pages and batons, is in the heart of this labyrinth of corridors and dilapidated courtrooms and falling shelves, watching. Waiting.

Two fools will enter her reality marble.

And both of them will actually get out alive, believe it or not.] 
prosecutory: (♘ be my mirror)
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[You are on a cruise ship - to be more exact, in a hall adorned with paintings of various historical scenes (many of them groundbreaking moments in legal history), a giant crystal chandelier and polished walls and stairs. This could be a dining hall, but there aren't too many tables. Not only that, there are shelves full of books against one wall with detailed dog bookends. And instead of a grand buffet, there is a wide selection of...tea. Tea from every corner of the world, tea you never thought existed, iced tea...and no, no teabags. That stuff does not exist. >_>

You are also most likely wearing a pink/wine-red/burgundy suit and a white cravat, unless you're from some other universe or timeline, because those things tend to happen a lot. The fourth wall doesn't exist here, really. Maybe you came from what we call the canon timeline, or some other world you got shipped to. In any case, you're here right now.

Have a nice day...Miles Edgeworth. Oh, and feel free to explore the rest of the fancy ship. Maybe you're going to some foreign country to study more legal systems, or maybe you're on your way to ~choose death~. Whatever. Don't be surprised to see other Edgeworths with you.

...

GENTLEMEN AND GENTLEMEN, I GIVE YOU...THE EDGEWORTH PARTY.] 
yatagarasu: (☄ it started out as a feeling)
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[After yet another law class (seriously, what kind of high school gave law courses? Oh well, they were useful, in any case), Kay leaves the classroom ahead of the others to pay her locker a visit. After twiddling the lock and entering her combination, she puts her books away and looks inside to see if she needed anything for the next class.

Oh, there was her English term paper. She was so busy trying to keep up with their lesson in law that she forgot all about it. At least English wasn't until much later.

Why was law so hard? Maybe her dad thought so too while he was studying to become a prosecutor...]
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